A life in the Korcari Wilds meant always being alert when there was always a bog that might suck at your ankles to swallow you, a plant that might look so very like a healing herb only to be a bitter poison, snakes that looked like a branch until someone foolish stepped on them and learned of their error when something foul began to flood through their veins. Her eyes are keen; unlike a Dalish hunter, alert for game or for men, she could simply be and she points up with care to where the branches split.

"Sparrows," she murmurs, the way she might with Kieran as she teaches him of the world the way she learned it so he will grow up as she did. "A bird easily hidden, indeed there are many in Skyhold that blend in amongst the stones and should you wish to make yourself small and hide in plain sight, there are worse places you might turn your mind to."

The raven always called to Morrigan so naturally, feathers as soft and black as her hair and as her name, something about them more alike even than wolf or cat or stinging swarm, and she flies so fast as a raven but for Ellana, a Dalish elf, and elven mage who wishes to leave her clan and she is no Twisted Fate, though she is undecided as to how much of him is artifice or not.

Removing her staff to lean it against a tree behind them, she stretches before summoning her magic. "Come, let us see if one will come down for a moment, tis simple enough to encourage it." It's all the warning Ellana gets before the air shimmers about Morrigan with her magic, swirling purples and greens as she takes flight, winging up to the branches where the smaller birds chirp and flap but only one or two fly away before she settles amongst them, sitting for a time until only one will remain before she flies back down to return to herself, one out in the open and easier to observe.